Djinn:
All right. I understand. You've had a tough day. I can see how this could get a little depressing in here, couldn't it? This place isn't exactly happy.

Gregory:
You won't succeed.

Djinn:
Who's going to stop me?

Gregory:
God will stop you.

Djinn:
God has nothing to do with this.

Gregory:
God has everything to do with this. Be gone, Satan!

Djinn:
I think you have your demons mixed up, Father.

Tillover:
How does a week in the hole sound?

Djinn:
A week, is that the best you got? I was once in a hole for 3000 years, this should be a breeze.

Tillover:
That's my order. My wish, is to slow dance with you, for one minute, Compton style!

Gries:
What do you want?

Djinn:
Your soul.

Djinn:
And a pack of cigarettes.

Pushkin:
You want to break heads? I can break heads.

Osip:
Everybody needs help... even the devil.

Osip:
What the hell kind of devil are you?

Djinn:
I claim that which is owed.